Friday, July 29, 2011

Why you should learn to kick like the karate kid

Yesterday after a lovely dinner of bbq. Joe and I decided to take a stroll through Sport’s Basement.

Seemed safe enough at the time.

We practiced putting on their mini putting green. Joe told me the way I squat to putt is not the proper technique.

We threw around a football and I wowed the staff and other shoppers with my perfect spiral throws. (thank you big brother)

And finally we go to the boxing section.

I punched a hangy ball thing for a while you know the kind you always see in movies. Front kicked a standing punching bag. Which is when Joe told me to try a round house. I did two perfectly.

For the third I flexed my foot. I kicked that bag full on hard. As my toe made contact I was acutely aware of the fact that fabric ballet flats are not close to being steel toe boots. The pain shot up my foot and it was all I could do to keep from crying or cursing. I grabbed Joe and we hobbled out of the store dejected.

At least I got ice cream after.

Monday, July 11, 2011

I need a little Christmas

I'm coming down from a very emotional couple of weeks. I lost my beloved aunt. Her death was expected as she had been sick for awhile but happened entirely too quickly. She was a woman like no other.

Crazy to the core. But with a good heart. There are so many special memories I have of her and so many weird little mannerisms I've picked up from her. I'll never forget the way she hugged me so tight. They way her little hands were always so soft, from the olive oil she would tell me. They way she cried when i got engaged, and how she cried when she watched my wedding video because she couldn't get out of the hospital to come to the wedding.

My heart is broken but I know it will heal. I know she's not suffering and I know she looks down on us. I know she's giving 'em hell in heaven and then making everyone a salami sammich.